Canada, My Own Land

Tommy Makem

The sun it comes up on the green fields of Newfoundland

On Vancouver Island, he sheds his last ray

The great Arctic Circle reflects back his glory

The wheat-laden plains grow more golden each day


This is my own land so fertile and beautiful

Majestic her mountains, her rivers run free

Priviledged the children, who call her their homeland

Canada, my own land for ever you'll be

Proud are the people who travel your highways

The farmer, the teacher, the factory hand

The merchant, the miner, the doctor, the fisherman

Proud to belong to this beautiful land


Famed is your power and famed is your gentleness

Your bounty is endless from sea to shining sea

Your arms ever open to help those less fortunate

A bright light of freedom to those who would be free